The Heathen Island
High, this violent scent
I'm floating on air
Deep, the echo of the waves
From darkest skies
So far away
Leading us to them
Night, this stormy night
Upon the fields
We raise our hands
And make belief
Calling, now calling them
Down, to descend
The Elder Gods
They're summoned by us
Invoked back to life
They're summoned by us
Invoked by the rites
Storms, upon the storm
We call you
Threatening skies
Seal their names
Void, out of this void
And into flesh
Ancient deities
Now we welcome thee
Turned heavenward, our palms
They gather
From heavensent, down to the
Center of the Earth
Witch
Ride the winds, bloodred horizons
Come to me oh, Demeter's Kin
Dive beneath, bright silver mountains
[Incantation - solo by André]
[Teachings of a master - solo by Rune]
Ride the winds, bloodred horizons
Come to me oh Artemis' Kin
Dive beneath, bright silver mountains